Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (55 page)

“Oh, Jesus, Luca! Rub me,” she said as she thrust her hips
against his hands.

Luca lowered his face to Lena’s and breathed heavily into
her ear.

“Baby, you are so wet,” he said. “So fucking wet.”

“Yes!” Lena said as she arched her back. “You did this to
me. You make me this way.”

“I want to taste you,” Luca said.

“Yes, please! Do whatever you want to me!”

As Luca slid down Lena’s body, Lena clutched at her chest
and tried to deepen her breathing.

“I’m going to pass out if you don’t finish me, Luca. I
cannot take this pain.”

“Sit up a little,” Luca said as he rested the side of his
face against the inside of her thigh. “I want you to watch me.”

Luca looked up at Lena and winked. She sat up a bit and
rested her back against the door.

“I’m watching you,” Lena said as she reached out and ran
her fingers through his hair. “I’m waiting.”

Luca lowered his face back down on the inside of Lena’s
thigh and nibbled on her soft flesh. He brushed his face against the outside of
her panties and grabbed the waistband of her g-string between his teeth. He
dragged her panties down toward her legs and looked up at her.

Lena had never seen anything as beautiful as that in her
life.

“Amazing, you are,” Lena said. “Absolutely amazing.”

Luca looked down at Lena’s exposed skin and smiled.

“Wet, you are,” Luca said as he ran his lips across her
skin. “Absolutely soaking wet.”

“Lick me,” Lena said as she wiggled her hips back and
forth across Luca’s full lips.

Luca stuck his tongue out as far as he could and pressed
the tip against Lena’s anus. He dragged his tongue up and past the opening to
her vagina, in between the wet folds and rested his tongue against her
throbbing clit and pressed.

Lena cried out as she swayed her hips from side to side so
Luca’s tongue grinded against her clit.

“Oh, yes!” Lena said as she clawed at her breasts through
her dress. “That feels so good!”

Luca looked up at her and licked his lips.

“It tastes so good, love,” he said and smiled. “Just like
honey. Would you like to feel something even better?”

“Anything! You can
do
anything, I will
say
anything, just do not stop until I cum!”

“Oh, my,” Luca said and laughed, “
anything
sounds
lovely. For now, pull up on your hood. Make that clit pop all the way out.”

Lena did as she was told and Luca looked down and smiled.

“And there it is,” Luca said as he ran his fingertips up
and down her vagina. “You should see how red and swollen it is.”

“I don’t need to see it,” Lena said and thrust her hips
toward Luca’s face, “I can
feel
it!”

Luca pressed his fingers down on either side of her
clitoris and flicked his tongue back and forth around the tip. Lena’s stomach
muscles tightened and her arms and legs trembled as she watched Luca licking
her. Luca looked up at her and ran his tongue around his lips.

“Like going to heaven. You know, this was something I was
quite famous for in Italy. The ladies would come from everywhere and I was very
good.”

“Really?” Lena said and tried to push Luca’s head back
down between her legs. “Well, finish the job and I’ll let you know what I
think. Come on, let’s go!”

“Not so fast. I am telling you a story.”

“Dammit! You said that we had to hurry. That there was a
line of limos behind us!”

“That’s when you didn’t want to get out of the car and I
did. Now, I take my time. May I continue?”

“Yes,” Lena said and sighed. “Please, continue.”

“Thank you. Very rude, your interruptions, by the way.
Okay, as I said, I was very good at this, but I was getting bored. You know,
doing the same thing, same motions and movements. I wanted to make it special.
So, I visited with my friend Mariella one day. She was the most beautiful and
popular
puttana
in Rome and she--”

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but your friend...a what?”

“Mariella?
Puttana
...a hooker.”

“Of course,” Lena said and rolled her eyes. “Please
continue.”

“So Mariella allowed me, quite happily and for no charge,
mind you, to show her my technique. You know, help me shake things up.”

“Yes, yes, I get it. You went down on the hook--
puttana
--and
she didn’t charge you. Please, Luca, cut to the chase.”

“Stop interrupting me, kitten. You Americans have no
manners! So, Mariella was very, very pleased with my technique. I gave her a
lot of pleasure that afternoon, but she stopped me right before the finish and
showed me what to do.”

Luca pushed Lena’s leg further apart with his elbow and
kissed her clit. Lena arched her back and her leg shook.

“There, there, my darling,” Luca said. “When I began,
Mariella screamed as if I was murdering her and it’s such a little thing...such
a lovely little thing to do.”

Luca parted his lips and sucked the tip of Lena’s clit
into his hot, wet mouth. He circled the tip of his tongue around the base of
her clit and closed his lips around her.

“Oh, Jesus!” Lena said as Luca began sucking on her clit.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

Lena felt like the seat of the limousine dropped away from
her body and that the only thing that kept her from falling into the imaginary
depths was Luca’s mouth. He sucked on her as if he was sucking all of the juice
out of a strawberry. Short, hard bursts that caused an explosion at the base of
her spine. As the tendrils wrapped around her waist and she felt that she may
blast through the top of the limousine, Luca worked two fingers into her wet
pussy and pressed up toward the ceiling.

Lena screamed as if Luca was murdering her and she grabbed
the back of his head and pressed him down into her as she came.

“Holy fuck!” Lena cried.

Luca gave her orgasm after orgasm until she was too
sensitive to stand his mouth on her any longer.

“Stop, please!” Lena said. “I’m begging you, Luca. I can’t
take anymore!”

Luca took his mouth off Lena and sat up as he removed his
fingers from her. He stared at her and put his fingers into his mouth and
smiled.

“So sweet,” he said. “You enjoyed, no?”

Lena laughed as she looked at the man who gave her more
pleasure than all of her lovers.

“Yes, I most definitely enjoyed that.”

“Good. Now, fix yourself. We have to go in.”

Luca handed Lena her purse and she sat up and opened her
compact. She reapplied her lipstick and tried to smooth her hair.

“Good lord, I look like I’ve been fucked for hours!”

“Not yet,” Luca said and pulled Lena’s panties down her
legs and tossed them under the seat. “Just leave these...you won’t need them.”

“Classy,” Lena said as she raised her hips and eased her
dress back where it belonged.

Luca turned and stared at Lena. She looked beautiful, he
thought. He was happy he was able to give her such pleasure, but he would never
tell her. Though he still had a bit of apprehension about her as his partner on
this mission, he didn’t hesitate to think about how much he enjoyed pleasing
her sexually. And she aroused him more than he could remember any woman
arousing him. But he would never tell her that either.

“Your...fix it,” Luca said as he pointed to Lena’s earring.
“It’s falling out.”

Lena pushed the clasp of her diamond stud against her ear
as Luca opened the door to the limo.

“How do I look?” Lena said as Luca stepped out of the
limousine.

Luca popped his head back into the limo and stared at her.
He didn’t want her to know, but he feared his eyes may betray him so he planned
a quick compliment.

“You’ll do,” he said and turned around.

Lena knew the truth as she eased out of the back of the
car. She saw how he felt in his eyes.

Paul Kirschner reveled in the enjoyable and silent ride
over to the Governor’s Ball. He looked over at his wife and she held the same
angry expression on her face as she had since he and his driver picked her up.
He knew as she got into the back of the car that there was something bothering
her. He didn’t much care at that time and lost himself in the silence of the
drive over to the Met.

Paul was tired, yet felt exuberant. After the fight with
Katy, he called his special escort service, the one where they didn’t bother
with the age of consent laws, and ordered two very young, very frightened girls
from Holland to meet him at the suite he kept at the Hilton Towers. He had
three bellmen at the hotel on his special payroll and he made sure his
especially grateful employee Benton was working that day.

And did Paul ever need Benton’s help when he was done with
the girls. After alternating between invading all the holes on each girl’s body
with whatever was at the ready and torturing the girls with whips and
electrodes for four hours, Benton had to carry the poor souls out of the
service entrance to the hotel and push them into a cab.

He dressed in his most stylish tuxedo at the hotel and
called for his car to fetch him. He phone Katy when they were on their way to
the apartment. Her tone was flat, she sounded like she didn’t want to go, but
Paul could care less. This was a very important occasion. He would have the
governor’s ear at the ball and that was an extremely important benefit to
Paul’s rising career. He would not allow Katy and her invisible problems to
embarrass him by causing him to arrive solo.

It was a shame, Paul thought as he peered at his wife,
made ugly by the scowl on her face. They always had the best escorts at the
Governor’s Ball and he wouldn’t be able to indulge in any of them. His anger
toward Katy intensified as he saw her eyes were tearing and he thought of the
prime ass he’d have to pass up.

“What the fuck is the problem?” Paul said as he reached
over and pinched Katy’s arm. “Hey, wake up!”

Katy turned away from Paul and stared out the window. She
thought of the box of pictures she found and wanted to rip his heart out with
her hands. But she knew she would not. She knew she wouldn’t even say anything
to Paul. Katy knew if she confronted Paul with the photographs, he’d be out the
door before she shoved the first picture in his face. He would leave her and
then she would be alone and humiliated. And even the fact she knew that her
husband, the special prosecutor in charge of the Public Integrity Bureau for
New York, was carrying on with young girls and boys, it was not enough to risk
being left by Paul.

“I’m awake,” Katy said. “I’m just tired. I told you, I
have a headache.”

“Well, you best snap out of that headache, Katy,” Paul
said as they pulled into the car line at the Met. “We are here. I want to see
nothing but smiles on your face all night, do you understand?”

“Yes,” Katy said as she wiped a tear that spilled out from
her bottom lid.

“I am fucking serious, Katy,” Paul said through clenched
teeth as he snapped his fingers in her face. “If you embarrass me tonight, so
help me God, I’ll--”

“You’ll what?” Katy said as she sat up and stared in
Paul’s eyes.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s not nice to take the Lord’s name in vain, you know.”

“Stop with the back-talk! Are you going to embarrass me
tonight?”

“Nope,” Katy said and smiled.

“What is...did you one of those pills Dr. Gentry gave you?
What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” Katy said and hung her head. “Please don’t say
bad words. Nothing is wrong with me.”

“Fine. And you will have a
what
across your face
the whole night?”

“A smile,” Katy whispered as she shook her head. “I will
have a big old smile the size of the moon across my face the entire night!”

“Okay, let’s not overdo it. Look, I don’t know what
happened to you today in that fantasy domain you float around in. Maybe one of
the purple dwarves got sick, maybe the spotted unicorn jumped over the
enchanting chocolate cliff and exploded when he hit the giant golden firefly, I
don’t know what fucked-up scenarios you conjure up in that bird-brain, but
let’s enter the fun land of the normal people right now.”

“I’m here, Paul. I get it. Smiles and laughter. All night.
I know this is important for you.”

“Good,” Paul said and sighed as he ran his fingers through
his hair.

He looked over at Katy and she stared at him with a smile
on her face. He studied her dress, conservative, but in no way stodgy, and was
pleased she dressed for her role. She looked elegant, yet approachable.
Something he knew the old fuckers liked.

“And you look very pretty tonight,” Paul said as he craned
his neck to stare out the passenger window as they approached the front of the
museum.

Katy’s heart skipped a beat. It had been ages since Paul
told her she looked pretty. Even longer since he said she looked
very
pretty.

“Why, thank you, kind sir. And you will be the most
handsome, super-duper special, special prosecutor in the entire room!”

Paul scowled at her. She was an ignorant, silly lap dog.
He thought that he would have been better off marrying the filthy hooker he
picked up the night before their wedding. That whore needed to be educated but
at least it would be he who trained her. Plus, the hooker certainly would not
speak in that insane baby voice that Katy was fond of.

“Enough with that stupid voice, okay?”

“Aye-aye, captain!” Katy said and saluted Paul.

“Jesus, Katy, what the hell are you on?”

“Nothing bad, darling,” Katy said and grabbed Paul’s arm.
“I’m drunk on love.”

“Well, sober the fuck up!” Paul said as he looked out the
window. “It’s our turn.”

Paul and Katy exited the limo and photographers huddled
around them and snapped pictures. Paul had his arm around Katy’s waist as a man
who is in love with his wife does. He seemed proud to be seen with her and this
pleased Katy more than anything. It mattered not what he said and did before as
long as he appeared to love her in public. Katy had the smile Paul liked best
plastered across her face for each snap.